Pink Hammer in the Hammer

Sadly on Wednesday, we found out that an old friend's father passed on. This friend, he is park of that group of friends that my roommate (and I) have been cut out of. It seems that he lost more than a boyfriend when they broke up. But such is life.
But of course, in these times of need and compassion, you go to the funeral and prepare for whatever happens. It is the only thing you do.
Friday morning, thanks to a car provided to me by Bookworm, my roommate and I toddle off to Hamilton, Ontario. (I lovingly refer to it as the Hammer). The day was so cold, it was the day after that huge snowstorm that imobolized Buffalo ( just an hour or so down the highway from there).
It was very nice. French funerals are always well done. I appreciate them ( probably since I have seen many of them in my lifetime).
The Ex ( of my roommate) - saw us and hugged BL ( roommate)- and burst into tears. It was a sad moment. Made we wonder if I will cry when one of my parents move along to death.

After driving all over the Hammer. Funeral at bottom of mountain, graveyard up the mountain, lunch down the otherside of the mountain.

Being part of a funeral procession is an odd feeling. Stop lights are merely a guideline. You can't break the chain, and the whole time you can't more than 20 kilometers per hour. Lots of time to think. Contemplate what is really important and such.
I nearly trip and fall at the graveyard as I am placing a rose on the casket as one final good bye. Classy lady I am not. So embarrassed.

After the luncheon, BL, the EX and I drove to the Funeral home so he could get the car. It was an odd drive as we haven't been in a car together in a long long time. We have traveled together many many times in our life. The EX loves to drive, and when we were close, we used to go out driving and running errands for hours every weekend. Only this time, we haven't been in the same room together in probably more than a year, I was driving... And it was a sad sad day.
We then decided to go to a dive bar in town for a few drinks. Our friend needed some time away from the family. Another couple of friends who had come to the funeral came and met us. It was the five of us. I can't tell you how many hours I have spent with these 4 men in my life. Laughing, drinking, dancing, living their gay lifestyle. It was very surreal for me.

The strangest part for me, was that it was as it always was. Nothing seemed to have changed, except we weren't arguing at all. It was a tiny little glimpse into the past. I spent the better part of 5 years with these men, then suddenly. Nothing.

And as quickly as the day started, it ended. BL and I got back into the Corolla and drove (thru rush hour) back to the Big Smoke. A typical 45 minute drive, too 2 hours. BL of course, slept. Bastard. Love you sweetie.

ps Bookworm had a trunk full of baseball equipment and a pink hammer. The fags and I laughed and laughed about this.